Caleb and Davian
"Whatever," Davian said about the recycled name, finding a stack of napkins to try halfheartedly to dry his pants a little. His movements came to a halt when Caleb mentioned the angel again, saying he'd follow his ridiculous tirade about god, or even that insinuation that Caleb would follow the angel himself. "Like fuck you are." A hot stab of jealousy rippled through him each time Caleb had mentioned Ambriel in the past and even now he wanted to step in the way of Caleb's proverbial view of him.
"Your mommy loved you, isn't that sweet and so original," he scoffed, tossing the napkins on the table before crossing his arms over his chest. "What about your daddy, Caleb? Huh? Did he 'love' you, too?" Davian snickered. Caleb was, for all intents and purposes, the closest thing Davian had to a friend. In the way demons made friends and the way Davian had been treated all his life, the half-siren boy was generous with his opinions when they talked and he hadn't yet tried to either kill him or sleep with him - even while Davian had tried to hedge around the latter. Still, he was that person for Davian, and the demon showed it in the only way a demon should. By acting like an ass.
"Know what?" he scowled, tail swaying with a bit of an agitated tick in the tip of it.